RUINS OF THE FUTURE
Buildings are not just structures; they are testimonies of time. They rise like as abstract prisons, monolithic blocks frozen at their breaking point, having supported too much, for too long. Now they break.
This is not a vision of destruction as an ending. When structures break, they always take something with them.
These are not ancient ruins or futuristic dystopias; they are cities captured just before collapse.
In Primitive Garten, ruin is not a relic of the past but the ground for ongoing transformation. These images hold no romanticism: concrete cracks, the jungle devours it, and scars multiply across the surface. Nature is not a refuge, it is an organism that absorbs, assimilates, and distorts what remains. It is the present, the only structure that persists when everything else has failed.
The human presence fades into stains, erratic lines, and expanding fissures. Architecture does not disappear, but it no longer belongs to us.